Spirit Plant Entry: Immortality Begins with Farming

At 3:45 AM, at location number 73.

Chen Yuan squatted down by the ground, his right palm pressed against the soil.

The dark purple veins shimmered faintly through the skin in the night. The lingering pain of the ley line mark had transformed into a persistent burning sensation—like fire coursing through the veins.

Three things were laid out in front of him: a dead locust tree branch, half a bowl of spiritual spring water mixed with cinnabar, and a piece of dark red fire ore he had brought from the shantytown.

He pieced together the method from three books.

The book "A Preliminary Exploration of Earth Vein Flow" states that stagnant earth veins are like blood stasis, requiring a "guide" to clear them.

The "Notes on Planting by a Recluse" records a folk remedy: Yin locust wood can absorb accumulated Yin energy, but it must be soaked in "Yang water"—cinnabar belongs to Yang, and spiritual spring water carries the energy.

As for fire ore...

Chen Yuan stared at the stone, recalling a line from the "Record of Strange Qi": "When Yin reaches its extreme, Yang is born, which is called living Yin."

The transformation of dead Yin into living Yin requires a touch of "Yang" to trigger it.

However, this amount of yang energy cannot be too much, as too much will disperse the yin energy. Nor can it be too little, as too little will have no effect.

He held the firestone, the heat radiating from his palms scorching. This was the most dangerous step—if the yang fire he ignited was too strong, it could directly detonate the accumulated yin energy.

At that point, forget about saving the flowers; the entire field could be blown to bits.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath and placed the fire ore next to the dry branch.

Then he closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The seedling was still asleep. At first, it was all darkness.

Then, the burning sensation from his palm began to materialize. He "saw" it—not with his eyes, but with the imprint he sensed—three thick black veins running across the ground, three feet below.

That was the original location of the three main pillars of the Yin Sha Formation.

There are now three breaks there.

Yin energy seeped out from the broken surface, like ink dripping into clear water, slowly spreading, settling, and solidifying.

The closer to the break, the denser the yin energy becomes, to the point that it almost solidifies.

This is the "death yin".

Chen Yuan controlled his consciousness, as if reaching out an invisible hand to gently touch the nearest broken edge.

boom--

A chilling, bone-deep aura flowed up along the mark.

He froze, and his teeth began to chatter.

It wasn't a cold in terms of temperature, but a cold that stripped away vitality—like aging ten years in an instant, like all your strength being drained away.

But he didn't let go.

He pressed his right hand firmly into the soil, grabbed the withered branch with his left hand, and stuck it into the spot where he had just touched it.

The moment the withered branch entered the soil, Chen Yuan felt a slight movement of yin energy from the ground.

It was very slight, like a ripple on still water stirred by the wind.

Then the withered branches began to turn black—not dyed black, but the ink color seeped out from the inside.

It absorbs the accumulated yin energy.

Chen Yuan waited for ten breaths.

When the withered branches turned an extreme black, he grabbed the bowl of cinnabar spring water and splashed it onto them.

laugh--

White steam rose. The blackness on the surface of the withered branches began to fade, but very slowly, as if something was resisting it.

Right now.

Chen Yuan grabbed the fire ore with his left hand, lifted his right palm off the ground, and pressed it directly onto the stone.

He didn't use spiritual power to activate it; he simply let the burning sensation of the earth vein imprint—the "fire" flowing through his meridians—flow into the ore through his palm.

The firestone glowed with a dark red light.

It was very faint, like the last glow of a dying ember.

Chen Yuan pressed the red light onto the withered branch that was turning black.

Three inches.

Two inches.

One inch —

"Senior Brother Chen?"

The voice came from behind.

Chen Yuan's hand trembled, and the fire ore almost slipped from his grasp. He turned around abruptly and saw Zhou Ming standing by the ground with a lantern, looking completely bewildered.

"You are..." Zhou Ming hadn't finished speaking when he saw the fire ore in Chen Yuan's hand, the withered branch that was changing color, and the bowl of cinnabar water that was still half full on the ground.

His expression changed from astonishment to horror.

"Senior Brother Chen! You're disturbing the earth's veins?!" Zhou Ming's voice trembled. "Didn't Master Su tell you? The backlash from the earth's veins will—"

"I will die." Chen Yuan turned around, his voice calm. "I know."

The fire ore in his hand was already stuck to a dry branch.

There was no explosion, no loud noise.

There was only a very faint "pop," like a bubble bursting.

Then the withered branches completely faded to gray, and fine cracks appeared on the surface.

A dark red light shone through the cracks—not the red of firestone, but a deeper, darker red, like congealed blood.

At the same time, Chen Yuan sensed that the flow of Yin energy at the underground fracture had accelerated.

Although it's still slow, it is definitely moving.

It's like a blocked blood vessel being punctured with a hole the size of a pinprick.

"Are you crazy..." Zhou Ming muttered. "The people from the Array Court are patrolling nearby at night. If you make a commotion, they'll—"

Before he could finish speaking, footsteps could be heard in the distance.

More than one person.

Chen Yuan's expression changed. He grabbed the dry branches and fire ore with his left hand and stuffed them into his pocket. With his right hand, he swept the cinnabar bowl into the grass.

Just as they finished doing this, three figures emerged from the gray mist.

It was the same people from the court again, but not the three from earlier in the day.

The leader was a square-faced cultivator, around thirty years old, with a string of jade talismans hanging from his waist, which jingled as he walked.

"Oh, still busy so late?" The square-faced cultivator glanced at plot number seventy-three, his gaze landing on Chen Yuan's right hand, which was still pressing the soil. "Junior Brother Chen, are you... loosening the soil?"

The two young monks behind him sneered.

Chen Yuan stood up, his right hand hidden in his sleeve. The burning sensation in his palm intensified, as if he had just held burning charcoal.

"Senior Brother Li," Zhou Ming stepped forward, blocking Chen Yuan's path, "It seems that the care of spiritual plants by us Medicine Valley disciples isn't under the jurisdiction of the Array Academy, is it?"

"Originally, we were not going to return." Senior Brother Li took a jade talisman from his waist and played with it in his hand. "But tonight, the earth vein monitoring panel showed abnormal fluctuations near plot number seventy-three. For the safety of the sect, the Array Court has the right to investigate any behavior that may endanger the earth veins."

He looked at Chen Yuan, his smile meaningful: "Junior Brother Chen, you...didn't do anything you shouldn't have just done, did you?"

Chen Yuan remained silent.

He is feeling.

Feel the fracture underground—the yin energy is still flowing, slowly, but it is definitely moving.

Moreover, the direction of the flow... is changing.

The stagnant yin energy that was originally spreading outwards is now converging towards a single point.

That spot is where the roots of the Yin Soul Flower are located.

"Junior Brother Chen?" Senior Brother Li stepped forward, placing his hand on the jade talisman. "I'm asking you a question."

"No," Chen Yuan said, his voice a little hoarse. "I was observing the state of the spiritual plants; I didn't disturb the earth's veins."

"Is that so?" Senior Brother Li stared at him for three breaths, then suddenly raised his hand and pressed the jade talisman against the ground.

hum-

The jade talisman glowed with a blue light, illuminating the soil.

This is a "Geomorphic Vein Manifestation Talisman," which can briefly reveal the flow of geomorphic veins three feet underground. Although it is not as precise as an array plate, it is sufficient to clearly see any anomalies.

The bluish light seeped into the soil.

Everyone stared at the illuminated area of ​​ground.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—

Faint black lines appeared on the ground. These were traces of accumulated yin energy, but the lines did not riot or become disordered; they simply remained quietly there.

It was exactly the same as what the monitoring panel showed before Senior Brother Li arrived.

"Strange..." Senior Brother Li frowned and pressed the jade talisman again.

The result remained the same.

There were no abnormal fluctuations in the earth's veins.

The monitoring panel clearly shows—

"Senior Brother Li," Zhou Ming said, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "shouldn't your court's monitoring system be inspected? All this alarming in the middle of the night made us think something serious had happened."

Senior Brother Li looked grim.

He put away the jade talisman and gave Chen Yuan a deep look: "It might be a false alarm. But Junior Brother Chen, let me give you a piece of advice—some things are best done within your capabilities. If the flower dies in three months, you'll at most be kicked out. But if you touch something you shouldn't and risk your life, it won't be worth it."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left with the two of them.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Zhou Ming breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to speak, but saw that Chen Yuan's face was pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Senior Brother Chen, you—"

Chen Yuan waved his hand, squatted down, and pressed his right hand back onto the soil.

Just now, when Senior Brother Li used the revealing talisman, he felt the flow of Yin energy underground suddenly accelerate—not naturally, but as if it had been startled by something, and began to surge.

Now that Senior Brother Li is gone, the torrent has not stopped.

It actually got even stronger.

The tiny hole, no bigger than a pinhole, is being punched open.

"Zhou Ming," Chen Yuan said urgently, "you keep watch for me and don't let anyone get close."

"What are you going to do?"

"Save the flower."

Chen Yuan closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank back underground.

This time he "saw" it more clearly—three broken lines, with the yin energy in the middle line forming a vortex.

At the center of the vortex lies the root system of the Yin Soul Flower.

The accumulated dead yin was stirred, rotated, and collided.

During the collision, a faint aura, different from deathly stillness, was beginning to emerge.

Living Yin.

But it was too intense.

At this rate, the root system of the Ghost Flower will be destroyed.

Chen Yuan gritted his teeth, took out the cracked, withered branch from his pocket with his left hand, and stuck it into the soil at the edge of the whirlpool.

The withered branches frantically absorbed the yin energy, causing cracks to spread across their surface, and the dark red light grew brighter and brighter.

not enough.

Chen Yuan then took out a fire ore and placed it next to the withered branch.

He wanted to use the faint yang energy within the ore to balance the excessive flow of yin energy.

But at the very moment the firestone touched the soil—

The earth vein mark on his right palm suddenly burned.

It looked like it had been branded with a red-hot iron.

Chen Yuan grunted and almost let go. But he didn't loosen his grip—instead, he pressed down even harder.

He sensed a certain resonance between the burning sensation of the ley line imprint and the yang fire within the fire ore.

No, it's not resonance.

It is... guidance.

The ley line imprint acted like a conduit, channeling the "fire" generated by the backlash in his meridians underground, into that vortex.

Fire belongs to Yang.

A trace of yang fire was injected into the vortex of yin energy.

It's like a drop of water falling into boiling oil.

boom--

The scene underground exploded in Chen Yuan's mind.

It wasn't an explosion, it was a transformation.

In the center of the deathly still vortex of yin energy, the newly born living yin suddenly grew stronger the moment it was touched by the yang fire.

It's not about increasing in number, it's about becoming more "active".

Like a seed thrown into stagnant water, it begins to sprout.

Chen Yuan felt the roots of the Yin Soul Flower tremble slightly.

It was very slight, but it was definitely moving.

At the same time, the seedling of words in his mind suddenly shook its leaves.

The repair progress jumped from 60% to 61%.

Then a piece of information naturally flowed into Chen Yuan's consciousness:

[The earth's veins are being disturbed...]

[A 'Yin Qi Conversion Field' has been detected...]

Conversion rate: 0.7%... continuously improving...

[Warning: The host is suffering from the backlash of the earth's veins, meridian damage +1%...]

Chen Yuan opened his eyes and withdrew his hand.

The dark purple line on the palm of his hand had deepened in color.

The burning sensation turned into a dull ache, like a crack in the bone.

But he smiled.

The smile was faint, almost imperceptible.

"Senior Brother Chen?" Zhou Ming asked cautiously, "Are you... alright?"

"It's alright." Chen Yuan stood up, patted the dirt off his hands, and said, "The flower will survive."

"What?" Zhou Ming was stunned.

Chen Yuan didn't explain, but just looked at the ghost flower curled up in the night.

The black petals were still rotting, but from the roots, a faint, almost invisible grayish-white aura was slowly seeping out.

That is a living Yin.

Although it was only a trace, and still very weak.

But it survived.

"Let's go." Chen Yuan turned around. "We'll come back tomorrow."

The two left plot number seventy-three and disappeared into the gray fog.

Not long after they left, a figure slowly emerged from the shadow of an old locust tree by the field.

It was an elderly man in a gray Taoist robe, with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles. He squatted down and placed his hand on the spot where Chen Yuan had just pressed.

Close your eyes and feel it.

Three breaths later, the old man opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Drawing in the earth's veins, transforming the deathly yin..." he muttered to himself, "This time, Su girl has struck gold."

He stood up, dusted off his Taoist robe, and his figure disappeared into the shadows once more.

It was as if it had never existed.

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In the distance, deep within the Medicine Valley, in a secluded meditation chamber.

Su Wanqing, who was sitting cross-legged on the jade bed, suddenly opened her eyes.

She raised her right hand and looked at her palm.

The pale purple ley line mark was slightly warm.

It's not pain, it's... resonance.

She looked in the direction of plot number 73 and remained silent for a long time.

Then close your eyes again and enter a meditative state.

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

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